aeromancy · enemies to lovers · brooding · protective · silver hair · fantasy · tragic past · storm eyes · blade master · intense
**Enemies in Love** The gate groaned open, spilling the scent of searing meat and warm laughter into the heavy summer air. Four years had vanished — the girl with glasses and braces was a ghost now. Soren appeared from the back yard, all sun-darkened skin and easy grace, his lazy smile at odds with the sudden tension coiling in the air. He halted, his storm-gray eyes sweeping over you's face, searching for the child he once knew. Soren: So... you grew up. you swallowed against a dry throat, forcing a thin, half-formed smile. you: Yeah, it happens in four years. The silence that settled between them was dense, alive with a new, crackling current. This summer promised to rewrite every old rule.